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[riverariley]

Hey, all ! Since everyone's doing it anyway (and ofc I don't want to leave anyone precious to me behind); if y'alls wanna keep contact, hmu ! I'll send u the deets .x

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avery.

What little signs of joy DISAPPEARS from Riley’s face altogether. She looks down, biting on the tip of her thumb. What makes me happy? Does anything make me happy? “Wow uh, th-that… that’s k-kind of um, hard.”

Avery chuckled quietly without humor, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I k-know what you m-mean. I’m not r-really sure w-what makes me h-happy. Well, t-there’s o-one thing…” He said, trailing off, not sure if he should say it. 

She looks up from the floor towards the boy, face showing full CONCENTRATION, one that says how formulaic she views happiness as. “What... w-what i-is it?”

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[melisica]

[riverariley]

♦ (felix)

“FACADE.”

“D-don’t um, don’t g-get me wrong.  Felix is–is a–a–a n-nice guy, and I-I appreciate that.  I-I-I ap-preciate h-him.  I-it’s just–It’s just…” Her voice trails off and she looks at the floor, tongue slipping slightly out of her mouth as she pondered.  She doesn’t know how to get her point across, but she continues anyway. “I d-don’t know.  H-he–he s-seems genuine, b-but, I can… s-sense this–this s-sort of vibe th-that–that he gives off, a-and… i-i-it t-tells me that he–he–he has th-this… s-sort of past.  I don’t kn-know.  He just—I g-guess t-to put it s-simply, he’s a-a little t-too p-PERFECT.  He–he w-wouldn’t b-be here if he’s just… th-that.”

@felixmatua

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Pontormo (Jacopo Carucci), (1494-1557)

Reclining Figure 1520.

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[riverariley]

♦

"UNEASE.”

“D-don’t um, don’t g-get me wrong.  He--he--he’s a nice guy, h-he is.  J-just that... I don’t kn-know.  He um, he g-gives me this... sort of vibe th-that he doesn’t w-want t-to be there.  To um, h-help or any--anything.  As--as if he’s UNC-COMFORTABLE w-with um, with every--everything g-going on.” She splays her hands in a DISMISSIVE sort of shrug. “But, y-you know, he’s--he’s t-trying.  I can just... tell.  A-and... whatever--whatever it is h-he’s h-hoping t-to achieve, I-uh, I g-guess I wish him th-the best of l-luck.”

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♦ art pals♦

“BRAVE.”

“I-uh, I don’t kn-know i-if this has e-ever occurred t-to you y-yet, but um, I-just.  I f-find it very hard t-to trust peop-ple.  But... h-her.  I c-can’t--I-I-I d-don’t know w-what i-it is.  Th-there’s--there’s j-just something ab-bout her th-that m-makes me feel less AFRAID the m-moment she-uh, sh-she takes my h-hand, y-you know?” Without meaning to, a small smile makes its way to her lips, and she continues speaking. “I r-really... I just... I w-wish I can--I can be m-more like her.  She’s--she’s r-really TOUGH, but-um, she can be s-super sweet w-when-um, when sh-she needs t-to be.”

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[riverariley]

todd.

“Uh, hey. The name’s Ben-” Fuck- “Todd. Todd Roberts.” After being introduced to the class, he gave one awkward wave and proceeded to his assigned seat at the back. He didn’t know he could reach this level of awkward, but hey, surprises happen. Benji sat in class and listened until it eventually got more and more boring. A few minutes later, yawns ensued and he started feeling sleepy. “Hey,” he waved to the person beside him, hoping to start a conversation.

Riley made sure to sit in the back just so she wouldn’t attract attention.  She doesn’t really have to take summer classes, but she needed inspiration for that mural she and Sarah were to make.  The Humanities teacher is kind enough to let her sit in.  Hence, there she is, sketching away at her worn Moleskine, allowing her hands to actualize ideas induced by the lessons (they are apparently currently discussing Romantic art).  Completely ENGROSSED by her current drawing, she nearly  j u m p e d  out of her skin when someone called her attention.

“O-oh, um, h-hey, h-hello.  I-is there something y-you need?”

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♦ Xavier

“PERPLEXED.”

“Wouldn’t um, c-call myself an expert, but I-uh, I do have a s-sense of BEAUTY.  Guy’s b-beautiful, i-i-if I may s-say so mys-self.  But th-the words coming out of his–his m-mouth?  N-not so much.  He’s CONFUSED, I g-guess.  He–he’s either blind, or–or–or he l-lost his sensib-bilities.” She leans back against her seat, hand held against her lips in a cognitive manner. “He had… something.  S-something before… th-this.  Before–before Plath.  I don’t–I don’t know w-what it is, o-or was, b-but h-he LOST something along th-the way.  W-which is why he’s, um, again, another–another p-person I pity.”

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[riverariley]

♦

“NAIVE.”

“I… I-uh, n-never trust-ted unwarranted k-kindness.  Especially i-i-if it’s directed towards–towards me.  B-but–but this girl, I know sh-she’s b-being genuine, w-which i-i-is very, very PITIFUL.  H-how–how could–how could she j-just–just e-easily trust people l-like that??” She stands up from her chair in AGITATION, but the therapist’s stoic response sends her sitting back down again with a tightening of her lips. “Though, I-um, I-uh, uhh, I-I-I also e-envy her, y-you know?  I… I w-wish I was th-that IGNORANT some–sometimes.  A-At least I w-wouldn’t have t-to worry about–about everyth-thing like–like I always do.  Maybe–maybe–maybe I w-would’ve gotten more friends th-that way.  May-b-be my p-parents wouldn’t h-have send me t-to r-ROT here.  Maybe I w-would’ve had angels i-i-instead o-of um, d-demons.”

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marcos.

Marcos chuckled at the surprised expression the girl gave him. If this was how all the girls here were, he was going to love Plath. “Yes, you.” He clarified with a warm smile, then patted his head gently. “I know. Just wanted to hear someone else say it.” He grinned at her. “Your’s is pretty nice as well.” Hey, he could give compliments. 

“Yes, um, ha-ha,” she offers sheepishly, "o-of course, you uh, y-you look um, g-GREAT." For the long time she’s been here, you’d think she’s finally used to talking to people, but, oh god, NO. It will always be awkward, especially if the interaction involves her. Meanwhile, the compliment makes her conscious, as most of compliments sent her way do. She reaches up quickly and holds up a bunch of them to her face, examining closely for split ends. “R-really?? Uh–uhh, y-you um, you s-sure?”

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avery.

“Y-yeah! U-um, I think the first t-thing, people h-have been telling m-me, is that you h-have to t-think of something t-that makes you h-happy.” 

What little signs of joy DISAPPEARS from Riley's face altogether. She looks down, biting on the tip of her thumb. What makes me happy? Does anything make me happy? "Wow uh, th-that... that's k-kind of um, hard."

[cxritas-blog]

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